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So I decided that rather than return the same way we had come, we’d follow another Camino running along the north coast, the Northern Camino. From what we’d seen already, it had high energy and we’d complete the circuit by going from west to east Santiago to San Sebastián.
We drove to Lugo and stopped for lunch at Caesario, and Marian lost the car key. She had driven there and had it when we stopped. We had walked into a bar and shop, gone to the toilet and then found it was missing. We searched for it everywhere, I didn’t panic, stayed calm and eventually the owner found it in the shop under a counter. We drove on to Lugo where we had lunch in a Hotel at Marion’s choosing 3 courses for 9 euros. I couldn’t eat the second course, I was full and not used to Ji eating a big lunch in the middle of the day. We drove to the coast to Rubio, we were again on the Camino. All along the coast was booked out because of festivals and the busiest time of the year. We tried Tubico, a nice seaside resort, booked out. We eventually ended up at Novia on an estuary. The energy was again high, even 3 stories up we could feel it. I went for a walk along the river and found a bar where locals were socialising and had a drink in the late afternoon, where families gathered to socialise. It was all mosaic, the bar, the toilets, seats by the water. It was a nice town, we stayed next to the most expensive looking hotel, Palacio Arias, in the middle of town, after asking at a few places at a reasonable cost.
I really feel that we were guided there and with the energy of the Camino were able to find it. On the coast we were feeling more relaxed and in Castro Urdiales we had a hamburger on the beach. There were beach bathing boxes similar to some Melbourne beaches. The town was reminiscent of Greece with churches perched on rocks. We had trouble parking as it was festival time and we tried a few hotels but they were all booked out.
We then found a beach which reminded me of Bilgola where I used to live. It was a very narrow road and extremely busy. We moved a bit further along on the secondary road and found the Hotel Canero, right on the Camino again. It was a nice walk along the river from behind the hotel to the beach and a section of the Camino through forest up a hill. We were being guided to where we needed to go. It was 50 euros for the twin room. If did a toning in the grove along the river and swam in a fast flowing creek of freshwater out of the hills. High above the beach was an aquaduct overpass of the Motorway. It spoils the aesthetics but was barely noticeable below it. Marion had walked out on the boardwalk and fallen. I saw her being picked up from a distance. She rested for the rest of the day. There were lots of camper vans at the beach, how some of them got down there, I don’t know, it was barely wide enough for the car.
The next day I found Marian particularly difficult. We were on a road and stopped at a beach which charged for parking. It was 3 euros, which I thought was reasonable, but she wanted me to abuse the guy. I refused, so she did and almost ran over his shed. She refused to take a road which said: all directions and instead went up a dead end with no room to turn around and I had to guide her up over the gutter to get out.
It was getting worse, whether as a result of the fall, I don’t know. She accused me of calling her an idiot, which I hadn’t and said:
that's your projection' . We went on to Llanes where we found a tourist office who sent her, when she asked about a hotel, to an old people's home, a wild goose chase. The Country was mountainous right to the sea. We called at several places east of Llanes and ended up at a Northern Camino Albuerge sharing in a dormitory with several others for only 10 euros a night. Marian had said earlier she wanted an authentic experience and was disappointed with the trip so far. It was called Santa Maria same name as was the Church in Llano right on the energy line. I sat on the steps waiting for the tourist office to open and enjoyed a respite before finding the albuerge Sante Maria. It was a welcome relief and took off some of the pressure. If I had known she had early stages Alzheimers, I would not have attempted the trip. When I asked she said she had the test and it was negative.
So I find myself on the next new moon in Biscarosse on the Atlantic beach in France writing up my adventures on the Camino. It was a month ago that I put in the energy point at Ciano. After I saw the New Moon rising, I had a dream at Biscrosse about annAboriginal group mainly women, I was to get a design and was sent to another woman, an artist who was an elder and she looked through some designs, looking for an `eye’. She’d found one, which seemed to be a black clad figure, looking for something and said: that’s not good enough. I’ll have to contact someone and have it made for you. It’s a blanket or cloak. I was worried she didn’t have my address and was searching in the dream for a card, so she could contact me. Later I realised this design will find me, it seemed to be a dream about mediumship.
I feel the whole incident with Marion was to show me the old way of ageing and this was not to be the way in the future. We have to project a different future, one which is in line with ascension and moving into a higher multidimensional aspect of ourselves. New Moon of course is symbolic of new ventures, new things and new ways of doing things. I’ll certainly be looking out for the new moon next month when I’ll be home in Australia.
To get back to the Camino, we went to Bilboa and spent hours looking for the Guggenheim Museum but didn’t find it. We went to Castro Urdiales and met a nice biology student who I gave my address. Went on to the Hotel Eubo and got the last hotel in Bilboa/San Sebastian as everything was booked out for the Anniversay Festival. Our last day in Spain, we went to San Sebastián, parked in a parking station and caught the red train around the city to see the sights including Conchella Beach, the Royal beach where the rich came to play. It is a nice city. Marion wanted to a visit her sister in Bidart. This part of the coast is mountainous with many tunnels and we found our way to her sister’s and confirmed my diagnosis of Marian’s problems with disorientation and forgetfulness. I was glad of the respite at Bidart and pleased when we had successfully completed the Camino.
At Bidart we met Claude who has walked the CamiNO and many other places in France. He showed us some of the French Camino in Urdax_Urdazulai which lies between Bayonne and Pamplona along the Baztan Santiago Trail. The trail runs between Urdax and Amaiur via Otxondo mountain pass. It’s slope is not excessive and it is 9 Kim’s and leads on to the next stage in the Baxtan valley prior to the climb to Belate Mountain. An old pilgrim hospital and present day hostel can be found in Urdax-Urdazubi. There seemed to be lots of cyclists on this route. Urdax-Dontxarinea is a very busy shopping area where the French come to buy goods at Spanish duty-minimal prices. It’s just over the border from France. The old church has been restored and and an art gallery is in the cloisters. It has works by modern Basque painters and sculptors, well worth the visit. We had a delicious lunch and it somehow marked the end of the Camino.
Urdazubi is a Basque name meaning water and bridge. It is in a beautiful setting that is the gateway to Navarre. It’s ‘indiano’ houses were built by returned emigrants from the Americas. The mill is a rebuilt attraction which operates as a restaurant where we had a delicious 3 course lunch. The monastery church and cloister dating from the 11th century has been restored It is where we saw the exhibition ‘50 years of Basque painting and sculpture’. There are also found some caves with primitive etchings nearby, which unfortunately can’t be visited for their preservation.